Let's get it right

New niggas is coming to eat up all the food

Gangsta grillz

Man they hungry

It's an appetite for destruction out here

Gangsta grillz
The mob is equipped with full-armed artillery

What ya gon' do

Dj drama f**k these niggas up
I went to harlem where them things pop
At the block parties niggas had to run
And they caught the motherf**kers on the same block
And they all went to war with a gun
I'll peel kill your son
Damn it if I could've did it I'm a hit it with the ton
Clit-a-dick little-dick feeling shit hot in ya lungs
Turn you bitch niggas to a couple nuns lay 'em down
I came in the store and saw the whole thing
He said I hope that you not one of them
Then I run around the corner got the ogs
I told 'em we got jumped by a couple punks
I swear to god these niggas softer than the brady bunch
They gon' get it man this shit been gone for a couple months
Then turn around the corner seen a crowd looking stunned
With the shaking on the floor not saying nothing'

This just where we from
We all dyin' some day
At a picnic having fun
Probably dyin' by the gun

This just where we from

We prayin' every sunday
When the killas gonna come
She about to lose her son son
Let me d bop
Spanish nigga everybody thought he black from the block
Used to wear a tank top with a fresh fade
Kind of fat

Face stay greazy all you eatin'
Thug nigga with the cuban on the neck
Always carried a tech dominicano
Trappin' the bando orlando in the flesh

Got into a little mess with d bach
And he shot up the block with the desert
'Bout to leave him messy but the bullets hit the belly
You could call me hollywood not the hood tyler perry
Niggas making movies more niggas getting buried
Niggas died desert but this shit ain't really necessary
Caught up in the life he got rich and got blurry
He took his own life and the one that he married ferg

This just where we from

We all dyin' some day
At a picnic having fun
Probably dyin' by the gun

This just where we from

We prayin' every sunday
When the killas gonna come
She about to lose her son son
This just where we from

We all dyin' some day
At a picnic having fun
Probably dyin' by the gun

This just where we from

We prayin' every sunday
When the killas gonna come
She about to lose her son son